Chapter 571 Dumbledore's Funeral, the Trio Prepares to Drop Out of School (1/2)

Chapter 571 Dumbledore's funeral, the trio prepares to drop out of school

Because of Dumbledore's death, the atmosphere in Hogwarts became very serious, all courses were suspended, and all exams were postponed.

The news spread quickly, and many parents thought that Hogwarts was no longer safe, so they took their children out of school the next day. Perhaps out of respect, they did not go home immediately, but rented a house in Hogsmeade Village to stay, preparing to attend Dumbledore's funeral before leaving.

Aaron packed his luggage early in the morning, put all the props he could use into the dressing space, and packed a portion of food, medicine, and money into a backpack with a traceless extension spell.

Sirius looked at it in confusion, and the corners of his mouth gradually twitched, because the things Aaron packed were enough for an ordinary person to live for five years.

"Do you really need to? Taking a holiday early is not like fleeing."

"Just taking precautions." Aaron held Abe in his arms and stuffed the backpack into his pocket. "The clone can stay in the Shenming Temple to accumulate magical knowledge, but I have to leave school to find the Horcrux.

The magic world is already in chaos. I'm going on an adventure, and these supplies are necessary."

"Okay! As long as you're happy.

But since you're looking for Horcruxes, why don't you go with Harry and the others?"

"Order of the Phoenix?" Aaron raised his eyebrows.

"What else?" Sirius said as a matter of course, "You can temporarily cooperate with the Order of the Phoenix, they won't refuse."

"Haha! Sorry, this is not negotiable."

"Ah?"

"There are many reasons." Aaron counted his fingers seriously, "I signed a contract with Voldemort. He can't attack me before Harry and Dumbledore die, and I can't hinder his plan.

Once cooperating with the Order of the Phoenix means breach of contract, then I have to pay the price of breach of contract in advance and send the secret of immortality to Voldemort.

I am not ready to be the butcher and I am the meat."

"Why would you sign such a contract?" Sirius frowned, in his opinion, this is to hand the initiative to Voldemort.

"Don't mention it. I'm almost regretting it. I didn't expect Dumbledore to die so soon!

And at that time, Voldemort brought a group of dark wizards to my door. I could only choose a method that was more beneficial to myself."

"Besides this, I don't trust the Order of the Phoenix."

"Why is this?

Lupin, Moody, and the Weasleys are all trustworthy people."

"Then please explain how the Potters died?"

Sirius's face suddenly dimmed and he was speechless.

"Look! The Order of the Phoenix may not be without traitors." Aaron spread his hands, "This is Voldemort's Horcrux. What if the news is leaked..."

"Don't say it, I understand."

"That's good to know." Aaron rolled his eyes at him and said, "Another point is Harry..."

"Wait, I really can't accept this." Sirius said immediately, "I'm sure Harry has grown a lot this year and is not unreliable."

"I don't doubt this. He witnessed the death of his only relative and the death of the elders who cared about him the most. If he still can't transform, then he is too fake as a savior.

But that's not what I want to say. Do you remember the memory you saw?" Aaron asked meaningfully, "Lily Potter's blood protection spell is about to expire. In other words, Voldemort is about to attack Harry.

You let me act with him at this time. You want to take the opportunity to kill me and get your freedom a year in advance!"

Hearing this, Sirius's face twitched and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Damn! If I can't explain this clearly, I might be sealed in the coffin again.

"I really don't mean that."

"I'm sorry you don't dare." Aaron snorted, "I understand why you want me to help Harry, but can you please understand my difficulties?

Even if I want to help him, I can't do it so openly. Giving him some trivial hints through Hermione is the limit of what I can do."

"Do you know why I told you so much?"

"Why?"

"To make you realize the gap between you and me.

I'm not bragging, I think about things more comprehensively than you do," Aaron sighed helplessly, "I hope you can obey my orders and don't have any selfish intentions. If you cooperate well, we will be more relaxed."

"Uh... I understand the truth, but why does this sound weird?"

Aaron rolled his eyes in annoyance. At this moment, he envied Dumbledore very much for having a reliable tool like Professor Snape.

In comparison, Sirius had no self-awareness that a tool should have.

But he was short-handed, so he could only make do with what he had before he could materialize the Dark Spirit Stone.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Have you packed? Dumbledore's funeral is about to begin." Claire said.

"I'll be right there."

Aaron waved his hand, and a red magic circle was summoned, which went straight through his casual clothes and turned into a clean and decent dress.

"Wait a minute, can you take me there?" Sirius pleaded sincerely, "This is Dumbledore's funeral, I must be there."

"This..." Aaron hesitated, because the funeral was attended by not only teachers and students of Hogwarts, but also the Minister of Magic would definitely bring people, and many parents of students and wizards who admired Dumbledore would also come to see him off.

The magic world is still very complicated. If one or two great wizards find out that Sirius is still alive, it will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

"I beg you, okay?"

"Okay! Who made me soft-hearted!"

Aaron picked up the wand and pointed it at Sirius, turning him into a palm-sized Welsh green dragon.

"That's too much! Can't we use the Disillusionment Charm?" Sirius flapped his wings in dissatisfaction, but the sound he made was a strange syllable.

"Shut up, don't forget that you are a dead man now, I don't think the Disillusionment Charm can deceive everyone's eyes." Aaron said speechlessly, "I am a little worried about turning you into this, but this is the best way I can think of.

This ensures that you are within my sight, and your current language is Dragon Language, we can communicate in Dragon Language, don't worry about confidentiality."

"Abe." Aaron solemnly placed the green dragon on Abe's two front paws, "Watch him, don't let him leave you more than half a meter, understand?"

Abe nodded, not quite understanding, but a hint of disgust flashed in his innocent big eyes.

"It seems to be mocking me?" Sirius said.

"Be more confident, and remove the word 'seem'.

My holy dragon can be well-behaved and sensible in front of me and my family, but you are just an ordinary uncle, especially your Animagus form is still a dog, it is normal for it to look down on you."

"I..."

Snap!

Sirius was still a little angry, but Abe slapped him with his paw and made him face the reality.

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. When you should follow your heart, you should never admit defeat.

Aaron held Abe and opened the door, and the green dragon was stuffed into Abe's pocket, leaving only a thumb-sized dragon head.

"Why did you come out so late?" Claire asked. She changed into a black slim dress, matched with a black hat, and a necklace made of mermaid tears on her neck, which was very stunning.

"Someone insisted on attending Dumbledore's funeral, so I had to spend more time."

"Black?" Claire thought, her emerald eyes inadvertently glancing at Abe's pocket, "Did you make him like this?"

"After all, it's not time for him to show up yet, and he knows too much."

"That's right!" Claire smiled, took Aaron's hand and walked out of the common room.

All the teachers and students of the school gathered in the entrance hall, led by the deans of their respective colleges, but Professor Snape was not there, so Professor Slughorn had to take his place temporarily.

Professor McGonagall led everyone to the lake, where hundreds of chairs were placed, with an aisle in the middle and a marble table in the front.

Half of the seats were occupied, including parents of students, members of the Order of the Phoenix, Ministry of Magic personnel, representatives of Merlin's Order, representatives of the International Federation of Magic, and the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, several store managers in Diagon Alley, and waiters at the Hog's Head...

In short, it was a mixed crowd, and they didn't even necessarily know each other, but regardless of their status or bloodline, they all had the same attitude towards the funeral.

Aaron and Clea found a seat and sat down, and soon Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny came over.

"Harry." Sirius could hardly hide his excitement when he saw his godson, and flapped his wings to fly out of Abe's pocket.

But the next moment, he was held down by a white claw.

"The master asked me to watch you." Abe snorted disdainfully, and while stuffing him back, he whipped him with his tail.

"Harry looks very sad, I won't reveal my identity, can't I just comfort him?" Sirius said a little aggrieved.

"Nonsense, of course not." Aaron responded in Dragon language unhappily, "You'd better be honest, otherwise I don't mind using the petrification spell to help you."

Sirius nodded guiltily, not daring to make any extra movements.

Ten minutes later, all the staff had taken their seats, the atmosphere gradually became solemn, and some whispers disappeared.

The music sounded, and the choir composed of mermaids sang sad songs, telling of grief and sorrow, and the centaurs also shot arrows into the sky to express their condolences.

Dumbledore, the headmaster, was undoubtedly very qualified in the eyes of these magical animals. He treated them without any discrimination during the decades at Hogwarts, and even took good care of them, which was worthy of their respect.

Hagrid walked from the middle aisle holding Dumbledore's body. It seemed that he walked for a long time in just a short distance, and every step was very heavy.

He placed the body on the marble table at the front, tears kept falling from his eyes onto his beard, but he insisted on not crying out loud.

Not long after Hagrid retreated to the last row, the sad music stopped.

A wizard stood up from his seat, walked to the body, and solemnly read the eulogy.

How to say it? Professional is different.

Compared with the eulogy that Slughorn read for the Acromantula Aragog, the eulogy of this wizard was even more noble. A series of praise words such as noble spirit, great heart, selfless dedication, extraordinary wisdom, and outstanding achievements were all added to Dumbledore.

"These words are somewhat exaggerated." Aaron whispered, "It seems that Merlin can't compare to him."

"But he's right, isn't he? A great wizard deserves such an evaluation."

Aaron laughed. It was not an exaggeration to say that Dumbledore was a holy wizard. Fortunately, these eulogies did not involve morality, otherwise he might not accept it.

After the wizard finished reading the eulogy, he sat back in his seat.

White flames suddenly appeared, wrapping Dumbledore's body and the marble table. Fawkes sang a dirge and flew out of the flames, straight into the blue sky.

Then the flames disappeared and turned into a marble tomb. People stood up and looked at the tomb, and many people cried silently.

Hermione leaned on Aaron's shoulder, her face full of tears, "Dumbledore has left us forever, and I am not prepared at all."

Aaron gently wiped her tears and took her and Clea to the castle.

"What are you going to do in the future?" Hermione lowered her voice nervously, "The contract between you and Voldemort is no longer safe."

"I am mentally prepared and have my own plans." Aaron forced a smile and looked at her meaningfully and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I..."

Hermione hesitated for a long time and still couldn't say anything.

"Let me ask!" Claire shrugged, "Will you come to Hogwarts to study next semester?"

"I... I don't know." Hermione bit her lip, "Hogwarts is no longer safe, is it?"

"It seems that the decision has been made." Aaron sighed slightly, "No place is absolutely safe.

Even if Dumbledore is dead, Hogwarts has several deans, and the safety is relatively high. I hope you can continue to stay in Hogwarts next year.

I made two deals with Voldemort. The second one is to protect you. As long as you are willing to stay out of it, the Death Eaters will not dare to do anything to you."

"You know this is impossible." Hermione smiled bitterly, "Voldemort still has four Horcruxes left. Harry will definitely go to find them. He needs someone to help."

"There is the Order of the Phoenix. If nothing unexpected happens, Ron will not let him be alone."

"Then I have to go even more. The combination of the two of them is not very reliable."

"Can't I not go?" Aaron said anxiously.

"No." Hermione said firmly, "The sooner we find and destroy those Horcruxes, the sooner the prophecy can be fulfilled, and then... you will be safe."

"Haha!" Aaron didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Should I say I'm very touched now!

Listen, I don't need you to take risks for me. I can better protect you if you stay in Hogwarts."

"You have protected me enough, let's exchange this time!

With the restraint of the contract, you can't act easily. If it weren't for me, Harry and the others would probably be caught by the Death Eaters before they found the Horcruxes."